Anala steps into the marked area with Tiny, rolling her shoulders, a playful smile touches her eyes as she speaks, "You can be as rough as you want to be, just make sure not to do any long term damage," She eyes Tiny closely, trying size him up and watching the way he moves closely, "Maybe when we're through here, I can try teaching you a little bit bout being subtle?"

Zinn comes up to the area Tiny is using to teach close combat techniques; although Zinn is pretty good in a fight, he knows there are ALWAYS things to be learned. For the moment he observes the lesson going on, figuring he'll join in when there's a lull...or if his first aid expertise becomes necessary.

Anala smiles, obviously enjoying the thrill of the mock fight against the much larger individual, "Your move," She crouches, prepaing for Tiny to try knocking her down. Her smile grows as she decides to do something unexpected.

OOC: Anala plans to try meeting Tiny head on, instead of getting out of his way, she want to try taking his legs out from under him.

Anala has a split second to feel pleased with herslf as Tiny's hand brushes past her head. Even as she slides under his reach, her legs tense under her and she throws herself at Tiny's legs. Hitting him with all her weight, the wind is knocked out of her as her movement is brough to an unexpected hault by the solid wall of flesh an bone. Landing hard on her bottom, she fights to suppress her laughter even as she struggles to regain her breath, "That didnt," gasp, "go" wheeze, "quite the way," chuckle, wheeze, "I'd planned." As she starts breathing normally again, she offers Tiny her hand so he can help her up.

Zinn fails to completely contain his laughter, letting out a whoop of laughter. Raising his hands to stave off any possible retorts, he says quickly, "Not saying I would do any better; Tiny is HUGE compared to us...but that was some funny poodoo. Guess it's a good thing I wasn't taking a holo of this..."

Anala looks a little uncertain as Tiny's arm curls around her neck. Almost instantly, she tries to spin in his grip, driving her elbows back into the much larger individual with no result. Over the next few seconds she tries punching and kicking at Tiny, the longer she is held, the more tense she becomes. It isnt long before her flailing attempts at escape starts to take on an air of despiration.